rebel

[Part I]

[Chorus]
Bleh
I keep scorin' the ball, it's like a hole in the dirt
I told a cop, "I'm gettin' straps in my purse" (Bah-bah)
I said, "I need my payment 'fore I do that verse"
Ain't recordin' no feature, you got scammed
I had a pussy boy on the 'Net been talkin' tough, but I'm still standing
I just went outta [?] with [?]
My diamonds tough, my diamonds dancing
And I ain't never leave narcotics on, but I been countin' cashes

[Verse]
I been smokin' Newports, my time workin'
Percocets send me to New York, I'm not worth it
Ho tryna fuck wit' me, like "No, dork"
We just ran right through his house, that's why the front got no door
I walk in there, put yo' hands up (Bah), pussy, this is my store
I just made a French house livin', givenchylocks store (Locks store)
Always in the bathroom chillin', I'm wit' your top whore (Ha)
Told the ho, "Just keep your clothes on, I want some top, whore"
No Look Killa, I'm on the top floor (I'm on the top floor)
I got Rick Owens, Chrome Hearts, no Tom Ford (No Tom Ford)
I had to kick this ho out my house, I don't got time for her
Me and this ho, we playin' wit' each other, like chocolate and s'mores
Goyard bag, it's filled with rice, I may just go and cop the Porsche
Latina ho tryna fuck wit' me, I told this bitch she'll get deported
I'm tappin' on my cold shoulder, I'm better than the fourth quarter
I'm richer than the bank teller, made twenty-five in the corner
If me and gang'll find his ass, we'll trap 'em in that corner

[Chorus]
Bleh
I keep scorin' the ball, it's like a hole in the dirt
I told a cop, "I'm gettin' straps in my purse" (Bah-bah)
I said, "I need my payment 'fore I do that verse"
Ain't recordin' no feature, you got scammed
I had a pussy boy on the 'net been talkin' tough, but I'm still standing
I just went outta [?] with [?]
My diamonds tough, my diamonds dancing
And I ain't never leave narcotics on, but I been countin' cashes

[Part II]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Yeah-yeah, yeah (Bleh)
Woah

[Verse]
Yeah, wake your helmet on, bitch, I'm Ski Mask Ridges
Ho don't got no manners, I'm goin', bitch, I'm sleddin'
CDG all on my body, I'm fly like Aladdin
I'm on top so I can't hear you, you might need a ladder
You might need a couple
Pour a deuce in my cup, I got a double
Told this ho I'm down for whatever, 'cause I'm a rebel
Graveyard, diggin' up that body, need a shovel
But I could use my hands
My shooters call me Commando, I told them get in they stance
I know that you cannot hear me, I know your ho understand
I put the Perc' on her tummy, I got yo' ho off a Xan'
You told 'em watch how they comin', 'cause they might end up banned
I'm a moderator
I make all these hoes squirt like I'm a vibrator
Huh, that label tryna sign me, this a dealbreaker
I'm on my dictatin' shit, but I am not Hitler
I'm not Nine Vicious, not no dealer
This lil' ho get stupid wet like Jeremy Fistas
My lil' gun get stupid, like you hear my pistol
I can't do no drug test, Perkies in my piss
I just went and fucked this ho because I missed her
This lil' ho get on her knees and then she call me "Master"
You ain't got no diamonds, boy, I know yo' shit plaster
She wan' hear my album, I told her that it's a blast
Huh, huh, in the Hall of Fame
I might shoot him if he reach for my chain
I just broke up wit' my ho because I love Mary Jane
Let this ho blow up my phone, because I know the game
I know what's up in yo mind (Yeah-yeah)
Say he got nice guns, you must not have seen mine
He sippin' fruit punch, but he say that he high
He fuck her legs, so I tell her I said "Hi," because I fucked the bitch
Been off them Percs for an hour, I'm tryna fight the itch
Stack up my money like a tower, I don't need a lick
Put ketamine up in my veins, I'm gon' need a lick (Yeah-yeah)
I told this whore that I was famous, she gon' let me hit (Ha)
This ho goin' (Yeah)
Make a blunt, I just had this lil' ho blowin' (Blow-blowin')
I got two twin Glocks, I'm reloadin' (I'm reloadin')
One in my hand, the other in my holster (In my holster)
She fuckin' with my mans but she want me to post her
We sippin' dirty Sprite, this ho want me to toast her (Me to toast her)
I catch 'em wit' my burner, put 'em in a toaster (In a toaster; brrah)
Put my pride down, these boys do the most though, on God